Blondie - Detroit 442

You know he can't be tested
He can't be read or found
Urban gray takes breath away
He wants to push his pedal to the ground
And the night's what's right
Puts him at the wheel
Well I eat danger
Any stranger is all right
Feel hot to go like Jimmy O
Dodging flying objects at the show
And the lights make me fight
In Detroit 442
Maybe baby I can ride with you